How many time have my black brothers and
Sisters divided theirs tears Into Sections
With each drop, with each snuffle
With each tissue:  we thread:  as we bled to death

The chanting will echoed, the violent will rise
the barricade will  followed: then someone will die.
Black Lives Matters: Black lives matters
Are we really free?  
Are we still running from the police?

They is no such thing as equal rights
Those are upright and downright lies:
No justice no peace:  said you mama,
So heartless said your sister,
I will killed them said my brothers

As I compose this piece, racism is another kind
Of deadly disease: without a lease, without a cure:
As I stay here and listen to
the helicopter circling the neighborhood
All I can think of is bad actions, deadly reactions

Everybody stay calm, everybody stay down
Life isn’t fair,
chanted the big crowd  in Trafalgar Square:

1 Corinthians 15:54, 55:
“Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Death only uses violence:

An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

In the beginning
There were Adam and Eve
There was kindness,
and there was peace:

Everyone smiles in the same language
Not everyone hurts the same way:
Goodbye my brother .R.I.P

A time for demonstrating, a time to showed leadership
a time to be happy, a time to be sad,
A time to pull the trigger, a time to seize fire
A time for karma, a time for relaxing while the night calms

Rest in Peace my brother: George Floyd